Fresh Patriarchy is a New Lease on Life
Rebuilding the patriarchy brick by brick 🔨
What’s up man.
Welcome back to another edition of your most favorite newsletter ever.
As most of you know by now I grew up in an incredibly violent, toxic, and abusive household. This included non-stop drug abuse and about 40 years of unchecked domestic violence, finally culminating in my mother being stabbed to death by my little brother.
My father beat my mom, me, and my brother without mercy, sparing my sisters direct violence, but exposing them all the same to this torrent of madness.
This environment was even more unusual in that it contained wild swings of wealth and financial instability. There were periods of cars being towed (repossessed) right out of the driveway, with no money for food, literal beans and hot dogs running low.
There were other periods of upper middle class wealth. A million dollar house with no mortgage from day one. Four cars in the driveway paid in cash. I once watched my dad buy a 32 foot yacht with over $125,000 in cash, in actual brown paper bags.
After the housing collapse my family lost everything. By 2011 they had slipped into a permanent state of destitute poverty that never ended. They only survived because my aunt Robin started paying all of their bills for years.
I had to distance myself, help where I could, and pick my battles wisely while I built The 21 Convention across Florida and the world. Feeding a small media empire you guys know as 21 Studios with over 500,000 fans and 200 million views on it’s video content.
To top it all off, my parents never divorced. They were married about 40 years on the dot. Technically I came from an intact family not mired by divorce.
My family was a carefully crafted illusion of a fairly large, solidly middle class American family living something of the American Dream. My dad often bragged about making more money than doctors and lawyers, and for many years he did.
He died in 2023, literally homeless and penniless, after drinking himself to death and beating his family for nearly half a century. A legacy that lives on through several of his children, so distinctly that his own youngest child is now facing the death penalty.
I feel like an old man sometimes at 37. I’ve spent nearly two decades as an entrepreneur “eating glass”, seasoned by various battles, triumphs, and betrayals.
I’m also weathered by a life filled with a long history of violence, abuse, and immense tragedy. My mother’s murder comes on the heels of an entire season of death and destruction beginning in 2023. I’ve never seen so many people die so fast.
It’s been a lot different than watching my grandparents die one by one from natural causes after living long lives. The only analog I have previously is watching one of my best childhood friends whittle away into a skeleton and die from bone cancer at the ripe old age of 21 years old. His parents are still scarred almost twenty years later.
Fresh Patriarchy Blessed by the Gods
At the same time, I feel young again becoming a patriarch 37. Like I just got out of college or something. I’m a new husband to a hot young thin obedient snow white wife with a substantially sized milk bar, still in her 20s loaded with fresh eggs.
At the same time I’m a new father to a blue eyed, blonde haired, Aryan princess named Charlotte Dream Johnson. The most beautiful, smart, and robustly healthy toddler ever.
I built this family after decades of building a business, watching my family of origin tear themselves to pieces, accidentally marrying a hooker, and spending serious time as a womanizer/pickup artist - mowing down over one hundred women before even meeting my wife.
It’s a miracle I didn’t fuck my life up sticking my dip stick in so many women with regard to STDs, false allegations, random pregnancies, etc.
Of course this is no accident or surprise, I was blessed by the manosphere gods ages ago to have my cake and eat it too, helping myself to seconds.
The plain truth is I swung in the complete opposite direction of my father, extremely hard.
While many millions of feminists would and do loath me as the living embodiment of toxic masculinity - a dollar store Andrew Tate basically - my family life is something heavenly.
I rule my family with an iron Jew fist sure. I’m also a loving father and husband, fiercely dedicated to my family. I’m aggressively opposed to both feminism and domestic violence equally and for similar reasons. They are evil and destructive forces in any and every society. One operates in the open under the illusion of doing progressive good, the other hides in secret malice as the ultimate human addiction: violence against your family.
The Wall is Coming
When I graduated highschool I was young, still 17 at the time. Most of my classmates were 18, even 19 in some cases. Most of them now are 38/39, smashing into the 40 wall like cartoon characters.
It’s stunning how few have built high functioning families. So many are covered in tattoos, ragged looking, obese, balding, wrinkly, nose rings and dyed hair.
Many of the women I went to school with are single moms, divorced, multiple baby daddies, etc.
The men haven’t fare much better. Many cucked and tucked by said single moms. “The dad who stepped up” is something they actually upload on father’s day Facebook posts.
I showed one of these men to my wife recently and asked her to guess his age. She assumed he was well into his 50s. He’s not even 40 yet. Balding and fat. Cucked by a single mom with two grown kids, all for what?
Men like this cuck themselves right out of the gene pool in exchange for a once a year Valentine’s day tug job. The cucking is insane.
I introduced many of these same men to the manosphere while we were still in highschool way back in 2006. Virtually none listened. Normies gonna normie.
It’s all so unnecessary. You could just go be an apex alpha male like me and unlock the infinite sex glitch (↑ ↑ ↓ ↓ ← → ← → B A Start).
Instead they… submit to the rule of used up, washed up, tatted up, obese hen pecking single moms, ending their own genetic line to clean up someone else’s mess. The stupidity of all this is astounding to watch and gets worse by the year.
Your 30s
A lot of you aspiring alpha males reading this newsletter are in your 30s. To those of you who are, you really need to get the lead out of your ass and get cracking on rebuilding the patriarchy.
This is a team effort folks. One family, one marriage, one patriarchy at a time. Gotta find you a ride or die bad bitch and lock her down with some magic baby batter. Take no shit, boss her around, things will probably work out.
Life is not over at 40 for men, particularly if you have taken care of yourself. But the clock is always ticking, even for men. Your healthy breeding window is much broader than women have, but it’s not infinite.
My family life growing up - my ultimate example of how to be a man/father/husband - was absolutely horrific. My mother being murdered by my brother in such a brutal way is case closed on that front.
If I can do it and build something great, so can you.
/s/ Anthony Dream Johnson